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Chapter 1040 - 732 Emails

Chapter 1040: 732 Emails

Ding He, who failed to board a flight to Italy, was forced onto another plane. After ten hours of flying, he still wore a hood when he finally touched the ground again.

"Thanks."

Two groups completed the handover.

Then, with his vision completely obscured, Ding He was shoved into a jeep.

As the jeep started, the noise from a street market could be heard, which gradually quieted down.

About half an hour later, he was pushed out of the vehicle.

"Shush."

By the time the blindfold was removed, he was already in a sparsely furnished room which seemed to be an office building, though the decor was quite plain.

Ding He’s hands were cuffed, and he sat on a cold chair while several fierce-looking men with arms crossed glared at him menacingly. Their solid arms were covered with tattoos, clearly not the types to be trifled with.

"What is this place?"

The accomplished lawyer was not panicked; he maintained commendable composure in the unfamiliar and dangerous environment.

"Phnom Penh."

A dark-faced man opened up, his eyes bright and sharp, and his hands rough—a demeanor not common among petty thugs.

As a lawyer, Ding He had dealt with many criminals, some utterly ruthless.

The emotionless gaze of this man watching him resembled that of those severe criminals; he seemed to see Ding He as not a person but an inanimate object.

Such people most likely had blood on their hands.

Ding He, of course, knew where Phnom Penh was—the capital of a neighboring country of Shenzhou, notorious for being part of the Golden Triangle.

The world had never truly been peaceful.

Especially this region, filled with chaos, violence, and crime... Even neighbors seldom traveled here.

Ding He, taken from Frankfurt to Phnom Penh, still showed no fear and spoke with an unbelievable calmness and composure, "Fang Ai was killed by me. Send me back home, and I am willing to face trial."

"Bang!"

Without another word, a man swung his arm and punched Ding He in the face.

The cultured Ding He, unaccustomed to such treatment, immediately spat blood, his head turning sharply to one side, almost falling off the chair.

"Once you’re here, you don’t get to speak."

"Ptooey."

Ding He spat a mouthful of blood on the ground, sat up straight again, showing no agitation or resistance.

He was a member of Shenzhou’s upper class, how could he possibly compete in brutality with these hardened characters, especially with his hands cuffed.

Germany and Shenzhou had no extradition treaty; maybe that was why he was now in Phnom Penh?

"Heh heh."

Ding He, far from being frightened, instead smiled, "Traveling so far with a head on your shoulders to make money, can’t even afford a meal?"

True to his scholarly demeanor, even his mockery was cultured.

The faces of the men in the room darkened.

"Bang!"

Another punch.

This punch landed right on the edge of Ding He’s eye socket, causing him and the chair to topple backward, crashing heavily to the floor, his left eye instantly blurring.

Quickly.

He was lifted up along with the chair.

"You are indeed a grand lawyer, still showing some backbone."

The crew-cut man who had told him they were in Phnom Penh watched him coldly as his face and eyes visibly swelled.

Despite the swelling of his face and eyes, Ding He’s smile did not diminish.

"Thank you for the compliment."

His hoarse voice accompanied the blood trickling from between his teeth.

Seeing him still defiant, the thug’s expression turned fierce, his fist ready to strike again.

"Sizzle..."

At that moment.

An electronic screen hanging on the wall suddenly lit up.

Fang Jun’s face appeared on the screen.

The miserable-looking Ding He lifted his head, not surprised, even greeting him proactively.

"Really nice, didn’t expect to see a relative."

The men in the room simultaneously walked out.

"Such a pity, after all the scheming, still couldn’t escape."

Fang Jun chuckled dismissively through the remote conversation, "Do your best, leave the rest to fate. Nothing to regret."

"I’m relieved you think that way. I would have been very disappointed if you had knelt and begged for mercy."

Fang Jun was also smiling, but it was a smile devoid of any warmth.

"Begging for mercy? As if that ever helps. Every criminal thinks of begging during their arrest, but does it ever work?"

Ding He, blood streaming from his mouth and one eye blurred, spoke as if engaging in casual conversation, "Murder demands life as recompense, it’s only just. Actually, sitting here..."

He paused, smiled, "feels quite complicated."

Indeed.

He was a lawyer.

A lawyer’s duty is to defend the justice and fairness of the law.

Actually, after successfully leaving Shenzhou and arriving in Frankfurt, he had many possible safer choices.

But he did not choose them.

He had seen too many criminals who lived in agony while on the run for years.

These criminals often felt relieved once caught.

Thus, he left everything to fate.

Fate also gave him an answer.

No regrets.

He no longer had to sneak around, deceiving his parents and dragging them into a life of hiding and fear.

Furthermore.

Validating the law’s justice with his own life, for a lawyer, should also be considered a form of glory.

"Fang Jun, Fang Ai was killed by me, and I confess. Send me back, I am willing to face trial."

Responsible for his actions.

Ding He had achieved that.

Thus, he was calm and resolute.